He took her hand when he came up even with her, eyes sweeping over her wings as he did. In answer to her question, he grinned a grin that was rarely seen. Almost childishly gleeful and so unabashedly happy that it seemed impossible, given his recent moods. And then he laughed, simply because he could, and figured that was answer enough.
She had to laugh with him; he was so happy it was literally intoxicating for her. “Come on,” Summer cried, and flung herself further upward, throwing a few barrel rolls and loops in, circling back to dip under his feet. “Dance with me, Tony!”
He watched her twirl through the air, offering her a fake pout even as he twisted to watch her. “Show off. I’m still new at this.” He was lucky he hadn’t just fallen out of the air yet. “I can barely even dance when I’m just on my feet.”
“Try not to think about it too much. Just move!” Summer grabbed both his hands, pulling them up to her mouth and kissing them. “Catch me if you can!” Deliberately she plummeted a hundred feet before taking off toward the harbour.